exiled sons pt 3 sung

O Connor, what ails you? For me you have placed such sorrow under weeping. Yes, indeed, as long as I may abide My love for you will not be of very great account. What I deemed most beautiful on earth, And what was most beloved, You have carried off from ,great is the crime— So that I shall not see him until my death. His absence, it grieves me How the son of ooshlu shows to me: A jet-black little cairn over a white body; It was well-known beyond a multitude of men. Both purple cheeks fairer than a river meadow, Red the lips, eyebrows of beetle color; The pearly row of shining teeth like the noble hue of snow. Well-known was his bright apparel Among the warrior bands of the men of Scotland. Fair and purple the mantle—a fitting union— With its border of pure gold Of satin is His tunic—a treasure with substance— On which there were a hundred gems—a gentle multitude. To adorn it, clear it is, fifty ounces of findruine the threads alone A sword with a golden pommel in his hand, Two green spears with a javelin point, A shield with a rim of yellow gold, And a boss of silver upon it. oh Fair Fergus has committed trespass against us By bringing us over the great sea Fergus sold his honor for a drink. His great deeds have so declined. Though on the plain might be The Ulstermen around Kingly Connor, I would give them all to death without concealment For just one day more of the companionship of Noisha son of ooshlu. Do not break today my heart; Soon shall I reach my early grave. Sorrow is stronger than the sea, If you are wise, O Connor.